I Have A Super USB Drive

Hanam was born in a small village called Gorob Village near Walvis Bay.

From the moment he can remember, he feels that he is incompatible with his brothers and sisters around him.

When he was a child, he had a strong curiosity, often pestering his parents to ask many non-marginal questions, such as why there is day and night, why there is wind and thunder and rain, what is on the other side of the sea, etc.

These questions continue to linger in the ears of the parents until they become impatient with the questions.

But later, when he got older, he gradually understood that his parents didn't know the answers to these questions...

However, Gorob Village often has a group of strangely dressed people carrying huge satchels who come for sightseeing. These people have a different skin color from their own, not palm black, but a strange light color, and they speak an incomprehensible language. .

Some people have blue eyes, while others have black eyes like themselves.

Hanam is full of curiosity about these people coming from the outside world, but the elders in the village don’t want children to approach them, so every time Hanam sees someone coming to the village, he just looks far away. .

Then, when Hanam was about 10 years old, one day he suddenly heard the conversation between the elders and the outsiders.

The conversation is conducted through a profession called "translation".

The reason why Hanam knows about the profession of translation is because many people in the village say: If you can learn a foreign language, you can act as a translator in the village, and you can get Nayuan every day.

And Nayuan is a very important thing.

On this day, following the procedure, the translator brought a group of outsiders to the village's most knowledgeable elders again.

"Nasara, the other party is greeting you. He is a guest from Mid-Continent."

Nasara is the name of this elder.

"It's from Zhongzhou District again? Where is Zhongzhou District and how far is it?" The elders were a little surprised.

"Sit on the big bird that can fly in the sky, the other party will have to sit for more than ten hours to come here!"

"Oh, that is farther than Angola, right?"

"Yes, farther than Angola!"

"That's farther than Cameroon?"

"Farther than Cameroon!"

Cameroon, that is the farthest place that Hanam and the whole village know.

Soon, Hanam saw his elders enter the next question, "What about the children, how many children do these outsiders have?"

"They said they have no children!"

"Isn't it possible?" Hanam saw a look of shock on the faces of his elders.

"Don't lie to you, they said that raising children in Zhongzhou District requires a lot of nanyuan, so you must think carefully before you dare to have children!"

"Why? Then who is going to herd cows in their family? We have to have a lot of children before people can go herding cows. The more we have, the more cows we can raise and the more money we can raise. How can children ask for a lot of money?"

Looking at the chattering, incomprehensible Nasara, and the funny expressions of those outsiders, Hanam suddenly developed an emotion called shame.

He didn't know what this emotion was, but he understood the eyes of those outsiders.

That kind of look was clearly a kind of pity, just like the look of the village chief when he looked at Lilia and the orphans in Panama.

For those outsiders, their village is like an orphan abandoned by the world...

From that day on, Hanam secretly made up his mind that he would leave the village sooner or later, leaving the place where his parents hadn't been out for a lifetime.

Compared with similar products, Hanam has a spirit of exploration that will never give up until he achieves his goals.

However, Hanam did not expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

When Hanam was eleven years old, his father's health went from bad to worse. In this situation, the whole village did not have any accidents.

Because in the village, some people are destined to live less than 30 years old.

Sure enough, within a few months, the father swallowed his last breath, and the mother died soon after his father died, leaving only Hanam, his three brothers and two younger brothers.

Without parents, the family situation has become more tense.

In order not to burden the brothers, Hanam finally decided to leave the village where he had lived for eleven years...

...

Hanam slowly opened his eyes.

In the dark room, Hanam sat up slowly and let out a breath.

For some reason, thirty years have passed, but I will dream of the small village where I was born again, and my parents whose faces have been blurred...

I don’t know, how are my brothers and brothers now?

I looked at my watch, and it was only three o'clock in the morning, a while before dawn.

Therefore, Hanam did not turn on the light, but lit a cigarette in the dark, silently experiencing the taste of loneliness.

This world is indeed very wonderful. It is clear that my parents are HIV-infected, but I was born as a perfectly healthy child. It is precisely because of this that I can still survive in this world for so many years.

Not only survived, Hanam also left Namibia through self-study and was admitted to the Polytechnic Institute of Cape Town University in Rainbow Country.

This is already the best university in Africa.

After graduating at the age of 30, Hanam joined the Cape Afix Electronic Technology Company as an electronic engineer.

Who would have thought that life is so wonderful?

Just as Hanam silently sighed the ups and downs in his life, the cigarette in his hand suddenly stopped.

Because he suddenly heard that the door of the living room outside his bedroom was unlocked.

"Crack..."

The more the darkness is, the more sensitive the human hearing will be. Although it is more than ten meters apart at this time, the unlocking sound on the door of the living room is very clear.

Someone wants to break into his room!

Thief?robber?Or the girlfriend who just broke up a few days ago?

Just when Hanam was flustered, he heard a bang, and the door was kicked open!

Is the other party so bold?

Hanam shook his hand and the cigarette butt fell directly onto the bed, but at this time Hanam didn't care about it at all. He quickly got out of the bed and prepared to jump out of the window and escape!

However, before he had time to climb the window, a mess of footsteps suddenly came from behind him, and then a big rough hand severely grabbed Hanam's back collar and tore him off the window sill!

"Don't kill me, I have no money!" Hanam only had time to let out a scream, and suddenly his head hurt in the next second, and then he lost consciousness.

...

When a basin of cold water was poured on Hanam's face, Hanam quickly woke up.

There was a burning pain in the skull, Hanam looked around quickly, but found that he was tied to a chair, and even his mouth was stuffed into a strange rag.

The entrance was in a strange room, and several people in black stood in all directions, and in front of him, there was a somewhat rickety figure.

Kidnapping?

Hanam felt cold and kept begging for mercy, but he could only make a whining sound.

"Everyone should withdraw first."

At this moment, the rickety figure suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Godfather."

The ferocious people in black exited the room like a flock of sheep, and closed the door as they left.

The rickety figure walked in slowly, when Hanam suddenly realized that the other party's face was a bit familiar.

God... isn't this guy Dlamini, who often appears on the news?

Dlamini gently pulled away the rag from Hanam's mouth, and then asked weirdly, "You are Hanam, Hanam who was born in Gorob Village?"

"Your Excellency Dlamini!"

Hanam quickly argued, "I was wrong. I swear I will never insult you on the Internet again. Although your proposal when running for mayor was too ridiculous, I finally voted for the current mayor. If you continue to run for mayor this term, I will definitely vote for you. I just ask you to let me go...!"

Hanam spoke incoherently, even he himself didn't know what he said.

"enough!"

Dlamini snorted coldly, "I'll ask you again, were you born in a village called Gorob?"

"Yes, I was born in Gorob Village, but I am definitely not a spy sent by Namibia. I dare to swear in the name of God!" Hanam hurriedly defended.

"Damn it, don't ask God before me!"

Dlamini suddenly became angry, although the point of the rage made Hanam very puzzled.

As if he was aware of his gaffe, Dlamini quickly let out a sulky breath, and then continued, "Since you are Hanam, that means we didn't find the wrong person."

With that, he turned around and walked to the desk, and gently turned on an Apple laptop.

As I turned it on, the laptop did not display the Windows interface as usual. Instead, the screen flashed and turned into a pure black background color, and a strange logo appeared on it.

Hanam is sure that it is definitely not the logo of Apple Computer...

"Good morning, Mr. Hanam."

Just when Hanam was wondering, the computer suddenly heard a voice, and at the same time, a scribbled hand-drawn map appeared on the computer screen.

"Mr. Hanam, please forgive our presumptuous behavior, but I still need to ask, where did your map come from."

"This map?"

Hanam was stunned when he heard the words, but when he saw the content on the map, he was shocked, "How is it possible! This picture was drawn several years ago based on my childhood memories, and it has never been online. It’s been released, how can it appear in your hands?"

"So, did you draw this picture yourself?"

In the computer, the voice did not get angry because Hanam answered the wrong question, but patiently asked, "Are you sure that everything on the map is true?"

Hanam hesitated, but when he saw Dlamini, who was staring at him, he nodded quickly, "Yes! I found the hole when I was a child, I'm sure, and besides me, there are two or three people with me. Children of the same age also know it."

"There are two or three children your age who know the hole?"

The voice in the computer seemed to ponder for a while, and then continued to ask, "Do you know the names of those children?"

"Sorry, I don't remember this..."

Hanam shook his head quickly, "That was more than 30 years ago, and even I have only a vague impression of myself. If I hadn't remembered the hole in my dream, I would have forgotten that memory. exist!"

"Well, that's really a pity."

The voice in the computer said faintly, and then the voice spoke again, "Mr. Dlamini, the task of transport is left to you. I hope to see Hanam himself in one day."

"I see, Lord Judas."

Dlamini nodded and said respectfully, "I have arranged for someone to book a plane ticket, and he will meet you soon."

"Wait!" Hearing the conversation between the two, Hanam suddenly said in horror, "Where are you going to transport me?"

"Of course, back to Gorob Village."

In the computer, the voice seemed to smile slightly, and then the computer shut down automatically...